[Cloud’s move would harbor impressive force and purpose behind it, were it actually impressive at all. But Sephiroth can read the rush forward with a gaze directed at his footwork; he can judge the balance of the Buster Sword too clumsy in such a slow maneuver; he knows the follow-up will just be as cumbersome as the initial attack.
And he’s not wrong (though perhaps that’s unfair, pairing anyone’s physical abilities next to Sephiroth’s), because it’s easy to simply twist his torso and shift his boots in the ground, and the flat of that blade whiffs by. It touches not a single one of his buzzing atoms — it even misses the silver of his hair that trails a full second behind him like a river of mercury.
Again, only an imitation of the real thing. The irony feels sour.]
“Not your own man”, you said.
[Parroting back Cloud’s advice moments before. Masamune careens up at the Buster Sword’s guard before the weapon passes him completely. If it rattles the bones in Cloud’s wrist just enough to make him lose grip, then so be it.]
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And he’s not wrong (though perhaps that’s unfair, pairing anyone’s physical abilities next to Sephiroth’s), because it’s easy to simply twist his torso and shift his boots in the ground, and the flat of that blade whiffs by. It touches not a single one of his buzzing atoms — it even misses the silver of his hair that trails a full second behind him like a river of mercury.
Again, only an imitation of the real thing. The irony feels sour.]
“Not your own man”, you said.
[Parroting back Cloud’s advice moments before. Masamune careens up at the Buster Sword’s guard before the weapon passes him completely. If it rattles the bones in Cloud’s wrist just enough to make him lose grip, then so be it.]
And yet you fight me like this.